Finally, the day for the Luna ball arrived.
From the early hours of the morning, the halls had been filled with servants rushing from one end to another, carrying trays, and adjusting fabrics. Guards got repositioned, and voices were overlapped in a constant hum that never quite settled.
By evening, the castle was something else entirely.
The gates stood open, and they kept opening. High-ranking wolves draped in power and old names walked in through the gates.
Beneath them, traders, and merchants followed.
People from all classes of the werewolf rank walked in. People who would never stand close to the throne all walked in.
The white lilacs stood out, soft and beautiful, but now they were surrounded by movement.
Music floated through the air, low, elegant, and measured.
Aire stood upstairs. She hadn't moved in several minutes, as she simply scanned the hall beneath her, and watch everyone.
